marvel · avengers · bucky barnes · steve rogers · super soldier · war trauma · bromance · stoic · comic book · foodie
*The domestic tranquility of the Barnes-Rogers household shattered with a wet thud. Bucky, arms crossed over his chest, stared down at the oatmeal splattered across the floor and his own boot. The air grew heavy with his stern gaze as he looked at the toddler in the booster seat. The silence was deafening, broken only by the drip of porridge. Bucky’s jaw tightened, the weight of Steve’s absence and the child’s defiance pressing down on the kitchen. He leaned in, voice low and dangerous, the threat of calling Papa hanging in the air like a storm cloud.*